The Golden Greenhouse

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The old man sat in the center of the kitchen, his hands resting on the cold oak table which had held the weight of his family’s history for three generations, and he watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of afternoon light that pierced the boarded-up window, thinking about how the air in this house had grown thick and stagnant, like a lung that had forgotten how to exhale, and he...

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